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The first thousand two hundred and thirty-six chapters

When Ye Chen arrived at the city wall, the atmosphere in the entire space had already solidified to the extreme.

Both teams had a large number of people. Liu Muyun stood at the front of the team, holding the Dark Moon Sword, with a heroic appearance, her long hair was blown by the hunting wind, and her whole person exuded a heroic aura.

Opposite her was a sixty-year-old man wearing a black robe. His figure was not stooped. On the contrary, he looked somewhat tall, with a red face and sparkling eyes.

Behind the old man, there were nearly a hundred strong men standing, all holding sharp blades and billowing with breath.

Yan Mo was also there. At this moment, his aura was still a little arrogant, without his usual arrogance. He was standing quietly on the left side of the old man in black, looking very indifferent.

As for the right side of the old man in black, there is a cold young man with a long black sword on his back. He has long hair and a stern face. In his eyes, there are flashes of lightning from time to time, and his aura is particularly threatening.

Who is this young man if he is not Qiu Yehan?

"It seems that Qiu Yehan has been practicing hard this year." Ye Chen raised his eyebrows slightly. Qiu Yehan's cultivation level is so strong that he has already entered the middle stage of the fifth heaven of the Holy Path.

In just one year, he has been promoted to four levels in a row. Such progress is already extremely shocking. It seems that he has also gained a lot of secrets from the Tianlei Mysterious Book, and his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds.

However, Ye Chen was not intimidated by such a lineup. He held his head high and walked directly in front of everyone.

"Finally here." Seeing Ye Chen appear, the indifferent expression on Yan Mo's face disappeared, replaced by indifference, staring at Ye Chen as if he was seeing an enemy.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes moved over and focused on Ye Chen. Even the old man in black was no exception. His eyes were lowered, showing a sense of condescension.

"Ye Chen, hand over the Flame Demon Blade!" Yan Mo couldn't wait to rush forward. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was filled with a sense of threat.

The moment he finished speaking, the powerful men of the Vulcan clan behind Yan Mo also exuded violent auras, and the flames rose up, illuminating the night sky as if it were daytime, with astonishing power.

The Flame Demon Blade is the Vulcan Clan's most important treasure. Not only is it incredibly powerful, it also has extraordinary significance to the Vulcan Clan.

Just a few days ago, more than a dozen strong men from the Vulcan Clan were killed, and the Flame Demon Blade was snatched away by Ye Chen. As soon as this news came back to the Vulcan Clan, it immediately caused an uproar.

The Vulcan Clan immediately sent more than 40 powerful men of the holy way to the Yuehua Continent, vowing to take back the Flame Demon Blade and completely wash away this shame!

Now, the people who captured the blade were right in front of them, and they immediately emitted the power of violent flames, and their murderous intent was as thick as a mountain, pressing heavily on Ye Chen's body.

Feeling this terrifying murderous intention, Ye Chen still had a relaxed look on his face and sneered: "The truth is that the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. Everyone knows that the loser has to pay the price of the loser. I took away the Flame Demon Blade, too.

A reasonable thing to do.”

"Now, you ask me to return the Flame Demon Blade without any reason. Why? Is it because of your status as the strongest genius of the Vulcan Clan? Or is it because of your shameless and ugly face?"

Ye Chen added another sentence, every word of which was precious, which not only made Yan Mo lose his face, but also made the strong men of the Vulcan tribe feel their faces burning and their hearts a little ashamed.

As the old saying goes, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

Yan Mo, who was defeated by Ye Chen, had to give up the Flame Demon Blade in order to save his life. It is indeed unreasonable and unreasonable to say that he wants to take it back now.

"It seems that you are determined not to hand over the Flame Demon Blade?" Yan Mo said fiercely. In order to take back the Flame Demon Blade, he didn't care about his face and looked like a gangster.

"If you want me to hand over the Balrog Blade, no problem. You and I will have a showdown. If you win, the Balrog Blade will be yours. If you lose, you will disappear immediately before my eyes." Ye Chen flipped his palm lightly and immediately took down the Balrog Blade. He held the blade in his hand and pointed it at Yan Mo from a distance.

"You..." Yan Mo was speechless and couldn't speak for a long time.

If he could defeat Ye Chen, he wouldn't have been beaten so hard by Ye Chen a few days ago that he wouldn't even dare to take back the Flame Demon Blade and just run away. He wouldn't have summoned the strong men of the Vulcan Clan to help him.

"I don't even have the courage to challenge, and I still want to take back the Flame Demon Blade. What a fool's dream." Ye Chen curled his lips, making Yan Mo tremble with anger. Fighting, no, not fighting, and no, he was completely in a dilemma. .

"A few words have made you completely lose your mind. Why are you still standing here and continuing to embarrass yourself?" At this time, the old man in black suddenly uttered a cold voice, which made Yan Mo tremble slightly and immediately bowed and retreated. Go down.

The old man in black looked at Ye Chen coldly and said, "You are Ye Chen, right? What a sharp-tongued little beast!"

Hearing this, the crowd's eyes narrowed slightly. This old man in black was very domineering. He would act like a bully when he didn't speak. When he spoke, he would insult Ye Chen as a beast, and he said it so casually.

This feeling is like looking down at the humble ants and completely ignoring them!

"If my guess is correct, you are Senior Hua Chensha, right?" Ye Chen did not get angry, but asked back, bowing slightly, and his conversation seemed very polite.

"You still have some eyesight, but you can actually recognize me." The old man in black was a little proud and raised his head a little more.

"Senior Hua's name is as loud as thunder. In the past, when I was in Binghua Continent, I couldn't fight against Hua. Not to mention his strong cultivation, even his plans were as meticulous as sand. It's a pity that he was defeated by me in the end and fled in embarrassment. The image Nothing.”

Ye Chen smiled at Hua Chensha: "As soon as I saw Senior Hua today, I immediately felt enlightened. Famous teachers make great disciples. This statement is indeed true!"

While speaking, Ye Chen kept smiling, but the smile on Hua Chensha's face disappeared, and his face turned ugly. He shouted in a low voice: "You are so brave, how dare you verbally insult me."

"Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated. If Senior Hua treats each other with courtesy, I will naturally not be aggressive. However, you rely on your old age and rely on your cultivation level to be higher than mine, so you abuse them. In this case, I can only I was forced to talk back."

Ye Chen shrugged and said with some helplessness: "After all, with my level of strength, I can only use my words, but how can I compare to that young man from the Saint clan who silently cut off Hua Weiwei's right arm and took it away?" If I had his space ring, if I had such strength, I wouldn’t bother to talk nonsense.”

Ding!

The words were like silver needles, piercing directly into Hua Chensha's heart, causing his entire old face to turn livid, veins bursting out on his forehead, and a burst of rage that he couldn't bear anymore. Live, burst out.

"You little beast, shut up!" Hua Chensha almost roared, his voice spreading so that everyone in Mingyue City could clearly hear it.

You know, for Hua Chensha, Hua Fafa is not only his apprentice, but also his pride.

The fact that Hua couldn't have his arm cut off was a hurdle and a demon in Hua Chensha's heart.

Anyone who mentioned this matter would make him angry, and he could not hold back the rage in his body. But at this moment, Ye Chen actually mocked Hua in front of everyone for not being able to have his arm chopped off.

Let me ask, how could Hua Chensha endure such a provocation?


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